One fun thing about blogging is the way we get a peek at other people’s lives—and get to share bits and pieces of our own. In my case, I usually share glimpses of my own life through discussing what I’m reading and, sometimes, how my life affects my thoughts on my reading. But when I saw Trish at Love, Laughter, Insanity encouraging bloggers to share a record of our day with each other, I couldn’t resist the opportunity.
I decided to keep a record of my activities this past Tuesday. I assumed it would be a fairly typical day, but as you’ll see, my day didn’t go precisely as planned.
6:00 am: Alarm goes off. I hit snooze as usual. Anya the cat jumps onto the bed to see if I’m getting up. She stops by a few more times until I decide to get up. I usually get out of bed at 6:20 or 6:30. Today, it was 6:30.
Anya usually digs in to breakfast right way, but she’s slow about finishing.
6:30 am: Up and out of bed. First order of business is making coffee and feeding the cat. I got Anya in late December, and I initially had a lot of trouble finding a food that she liked and that agreed with her. Today she’s having Nature’s Variety Instinct Limited Ingredient Turkey. It’s not her favorite, but she will eat it with no ill effects later. So far, that and Weruva chicken varieties have been my best choices. She loves dry food, but the only dry food that doesn’t cause litter box problems later is Spot’s Stew. I feed it once in a while as a treat.
I get dressed while the coffee is brewing. I keep things simple in my work attire. Today it’s a dress from Gwynnie Bee with brown tights and black ankle boots. Make-up is just a little mascara and lip gloss. I’m lazy about make-up and hair and rarely spend more than a couple of minutes on it. I’ve been putting my hair up at night, which gives it some natural wave, and as I’m getting older it holds wave better than it used to.
Failing bread machine = Funny-looking toast
7:00-ish. Breakfast is coffee and applesauce oatmeal toast with Trader Joe’s Fig Butter. I made the bread in my bread machine, which is on its last legs and making weird looking loaves. I got the machine 5 or 6 years ago at Goodwill for $10, so I’m not mad about it, but I’m not excited about buying another one, even though I love having an easy way to make bread.
While eating breakfast, I check e-mail, read blogs, and look at Twitter. I keep wanting to break this habit, but the truth is that breakfast is a good time for this stuff, and it keeps me from spending too much time on it at work. I’d still like to do a morning meditation instead (or in addition?). Today, I exchange e-mails with a few blogging friends and make the pleasant discovery that two of them will most likely be in DC for a visit at the same time. One of the great things about living in this area is that it’s one people tend to visit!
7:30-ish. Off to work. I listen to a podcast on the way, but I forgot to make note of which one.
Morning tea and e-mail
8:00-ish. Arrival at work. I’m the first person in my unit to arrive today, which isn’t unusual but not something I can count on. I’m a magazine editor and we’re approaching a May deadline, so I quickly check a couple of pages to hand off to our designer before settling in fully. Then, I make a cup of tea and get started.
Today is a slow day because we just had a conference, and a lot of people are out. My main goals for the day are to prepare the ads for our May issue and read unsolicited manuscripts for upcoming issues. I get the ads done quickly, but the stack of manuscripts is pretty high and could take a good chunk of the day. I check my e-mail and get to work.
11:30-ish: Not much progress on the manuscripts. I had a small bunch of grapes as a mid-morning snack to keep my energy up, but I’ve got a pounding headache, which makes it harder to concentrate on manuscript reading. At least it’s reasonably quiet today. Time for a lunch break.
12:45-ish: As I was warming up my leftover broccoli cheddar casserole for lunch, my boss arrived. My co-workers and I all wanted to hear about our conference, which she attended this weekend, so we had an impromptu meeting, and I had my lunch there. A coworker was having a birthday, so we had cake for her, too.
When I get back to my desk, corrected pages are waiting for me, so I look those over before returning to manuscript reading.
But first some Tylenol for this stupid headache. It had better go away by evening because I really want to go to water aerobics, and it’s no fun with a headache.
My view for the afternoon
1:45: Still headache-y. Decided I need some Diet Dr. Pepper and Sun Chips.
4:00: Headache is exponentially worse. This is one where even my hair hurts. Managed to read a few more manuscripts, but now it’s just about time to go home. I consider going to the grocery store to pick up something to eat for dinner, since I won’t feel like preparing anything, but I decide I can get by with what I have. The noise and lights of the grocery store seem like more than I can deal with.
Whhhhhyyyyyy? (Yes, I know the answer to that, but still…)
4:45: Home. Anya greets me with loud meows. She didn’t eat all the food I left out this morning, so I need to send it down the disposal. But the sink is full of dishes, and the dishwasher is still full. Every time, I promise myself I’ll unload the dishwasher right away, and I never do it. So the sink fill up, and I get annoyed with myself. Guess I’ll take care of it now, despite the headache.
5:30: Dishes are taken care of, Anya is fed, and I’m noodling around on the computer. Usually on Tuesday, I go to water aerobics. I had a persistent sinus and ear infection that kept me away several weeks last month, so I’ve been really wanting to get back into the twice-weekly routine. But loud music and jumping seem like a bad plan tonight. Instead, it will have to be pajamas and silence. Dinner is a bowl of cereal because it takes little effort. I read some blogs and Twitter before reading more of Sputnik Caledonia by Andrew Crumey. I’m having some reservations about the story, but I’m curious to see where it’s going.
9:00-ish: I totally fall down the comments rabbit hole of reliving Every Argument About Buffy on the Internet, From 1998 Until Now over at The Toast (Season 6 was awesome in all its terribleness, and it doesn’t even need Once More with Feeling to Be Awesome. [Have I mentioned that I like my fiction dark?] Also, Oz is the awesomest boyfriend of all the boyfriends, and it’s no wonder Willow decided she was done with boys because when it comes to boys she could do no better than Oz because there is no better than Oz.)
A typical Anya pose while I’m reading
After all that, I did read some more of my book, but Anya is acting hungry, so I put some food in her treat ball and get the entertainment of watching her get it out. (If I put it in her bowl, she will inhale it. This slows her down and gives her some exercise—plus, it’s entertaining.) After that, more reading.
10:30-ish: Time for bed. Hoping to sleep the headache off entirely.
The good news is that I did sleep the headache away! But my evening was supremely lazy. At least the dishes got put away! (And there’s a dishwasher full waiting for me now. Will I wait until the sink is full again? Probably.)